Bloomed Wing

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I wanted to have
in the tip of my tongue
that bloomed wing
opening at the passing
wind
and a sunflower always
attentive
to the light of your countenance
I know nothing is certain
in this sea of petals where
I fall asleep and all I ask
even when not knowing what I should
is a lighter beat
a longer dream
a denser
look
or rather madness
of me

(Naf)

Translation- Luiza Melancia
Painting- Adam Hosmer

The Flight

I see you

I see you on the trees

in full moon gestation

I see you

in the geese and in the eagles

on the mountain cliffs

in the cloud

that goes by

cotton candy traveler

amidst the blue ceiling

filled with you

filled with us

I see you

above our heads

on the noxious weeds

rabbit’s burrow

And I see you

on the dustcovered wagon’s cartwheel

rain of tears

yours and mine

ours

filling the whole ocean

with the breath of your joy

my oxygen

(Naf)

Translation by: Luiza Melancia

amar é... segurarmos juntos na mesma
rede cantando liberdade ao mundo.

múmias de nós

é preciso
ancorar o sol
nas asas dos nossos olhos
mudos

e soprar
as pétalas que se foram
antes do sorriso
nascer incólume

são emoções que
nos avassalam prestes a cair

e dúvidas
tais como razão e eternidade
emudecem-se
múmias de nós

só a trave
que nos arregaça a língua
parece lembrar-me o entardecer

das gaivotas
quando o céu navegava
nos nossos olhos


(NAF)
10/04/2012